Not quite Ambrosia for sure, but a familiar space. I am located at Café Prado on Vancouver's Commercial drive. The feeling is different though you do have the sense that a lot of the people here are in fact students of some sort. Yet the absence of a campus nearby makes for a far looser feeling of belonging. You cannot assume that you can talk to someone simply because they are there. The common background cannot be taken for granted. The staff are really nice and their music is decent. I end up here a lot after work. Go home leave bag and take computer for some...editing or writing. Next step from here is having a beer at a bar a few doors down. It is the "Falconetti's Eastside Grill," it is as the name suggests Italian owned and serves a decent IPA and good pub food. Actually make that pretty good pub food. Their music is great and the people working there are also quite nice. Still the politeness is to some extent of the commercial variety (no pun intended). Have not yet broken into the circle of locals that would allow me to experience some more genuine social interaction. Well, give it time...

And I was complaining that nobody talks to anybody in this café. I was just chatted up by an older lady about some ultra modern trolley bus that went by. I never saw it. I would happily discuss this issue yet give me someone younger please. On a very different subject, I need to report that today I received word of the final scientific confirmation of the direct link between wild abusive language and getting back your lost apetite. The new research has been conducted in Greece and the specimen of the study duly obliged the scientific community by undergoing intense psychological trauma and loss of apetite only to test the hypothesis. Our man complemented his vulgar speech-act by finally breaking his fast and consuming a plate of pasta. Researchers advise that the work place is the ideal space for such experiments to be conducted.